[Intro]
Call it what you want
I just want some earrings
I don't know your name
Money long
On my way, take off
She limp in the [?]
I just ate two more and I'm goin' outer space
[Chorus]
Said it like, uh, out of sight, uh
Private flight, and it's top tier
Drivin' covered and stylin', you ain't do it right
I don't fuck with you clowns, you niggas prototypes
[Verse 1]
I'm with the seven-seater Range Rover like a Trackhawk
I'm one of the trend setters cut from a whole different cloth
I done got a bitch fat as stack, relish, I'm a underdog
I'd never get paid to ain't, pay that, I'm a real boss
Nigga count big fetti, you can tell thе way a nigga walk
I know the way you can keep steppin' that, pay him to really talk
Handlе the business at all times, early mornin' when I get a call
Protectin' the greatest of all time, home made, you a real dog
Pull up in the SF90, I can switch cars by the minute
It ain't hard to see who in it
It ain't hard to see who winnin'
Like I stabbed my guts, had to take an image, uh
Cash, we havin’ plenty
I don't get offended (I don't get offended) [Refrain]
Call it what you want
I just want some earrings
I don't know your name
Money long
On my way, take off
She limp in the [?]
I just ate two more and I'm goin' outer space
[Chorus]
Said it like, uh, out of sight, uh
Private flight (Private flight), and it's top tier (Tier)
Drivin' covered and stylin', you ain't do it right
I don't fuck with you clowns, you niggas prototypes
[Verse 2]
This a million in jewelry, so insurance way more than Geico
Last year I was tourin', now I'm back in Europe, it's a cycle
I can see the influence that I'm doin', you don't really hear nigga though
It's the young Gunna Wunna and you know I'm comin', I'm a billy goat
'Fore they ain't want to believe a nigga happen, I'ma keep on givin' hope
I'ma keep countin' and stackin', make it stack up high up on your tippy toes
Nigga be doin' that cappin', now they cappin', catch up to your front door
Run the cash, need it pronto, whenever man got a blunt rolled
I got my bitch a trainer, she ain't— had to get lipo
Nigga had tweeted my name, musta had to be a typo
Petty cash gon' recycle
Hittin' the pull ups and pressin' heavy, ain't light, no
(Hittin' the pull ups and pressin' heavy, ain't light, no) [Refrain]
Call it what you want (Want)
I just want some earrings (Earrings)
I don't know your name (Name)
Money long (Money long)
On my way, take off
She limp in the [?]
I just ate two more and I'm goin' outer space
[Chorus]
Said it like, uh, out of sight, uh
Private flight, and it's top tier (Tier)
Drivin' covered and stylin', you ain't do it right
I don't fuck with you clowns, you niggas prototypes (Prototypes)
